Chapter 4 - Eleanor Blackwood Issues A Chilling Warning About Power
The study door clicked open without a warning, and Eleanor stepped into the room with unhurried, predatory grace.
She walked over to the wet bar, poured two fingers of neat scotch into a crystal tumbler, and turned to face me.
“You never understood how empires are actually built, child,” Eleanor said, swirling the amber liquid against the glass.
“Empires aren’t built on loyalty or romance; they are built on blood, calculated betrayal, and absolute silence.”
“You embezzled sixty-three million from corporate pension funds to cover your family's failing real estate acquisitions,” I stated flatly.
Eleanor let out a dry, chilling laugh that sounded like dry leaves scraping across a concrete pavement.
“Prove it,” she challenged, stepping closer until the heavy scent of her Chanel perfume filled the air.
“The federal prosecutors won't touch a Blackwood ledger without an authorized corporate audit signed by the managing partner.”
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“And Grant is the managing partner,” I added quietly, the pieces of their legal fortress snapping into sharp focus.
“Precisely,” Eleanor smiled, her eyes gleaming with cruel triumph. “Pack your bags tonight, and leave quietly before dawn.”
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